Authors note: This piece is based on what Raymond, being mentally disabled, would be think on the inside.
Slowly, I try to spit out the intelligent words racing through my brain but all it comes out as is a some baby gibberish. Although what appears on the outside and comes out of my mouth may seem weird, it does not fit what is on the inside. My sister Squeaky, she always has to defend me because I could never get my point across; it's such a shame that the world looks down on me without knowing how I really am. Sometimes I cry myself to sleep because I feel like I have no point in life, then my parents storm in and think that I'm sobbing because I'm 'special.' It hurts me that I Squeaky has to take all the rude comments from me, she doesn't deserve it; I know one day i'll some how make it up to her.
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